Numbani- a bustling city in Western Africa, full of varied people who were treated as equals. At this time, everyone in the whole city, as well as many from outside of the city, were gathered in the local concert hall for one reason- to see the famous Lúcio perform. A former street DJ from Rio de Janeiro, Lúcio lived in the poorer part of town. His only ambition was to use his music to cheer people up during the financial crisis caused by the Omnic war, and when a large company began developments in his town and enforced cruel regulations over the people, he led a rebellion which drove the company out of Rio, using their own technology against them. This led to Lúcio being recognized as a hero for social rights and caused his popularity to rise to where it was at today.

As the current song reached its close, the crowd showed their appreciation for the DJ with a standing ovation of applause. Lúcio grabbed a microphone and moved in front of his setup.

"Thank you, everyone," he spoke to the audience, "now, before I move on to my closing number, I just want to say a few words. I came to this city tonight to perform for you and try and spread the message that we, as people, whether human or Omnic, man or woman, poor or rich, we can make a difference in the world. No matter what troubles we shall face, we can overcome them by helping the people around us. So if you see someone who has fallen down, help them to get back up. If someone is being backed into a corner, help them to fight their way out of it. Because it is together, no matter how different we may be, that we can make a difference." The applause rose once more as he bowed to his crowd. "Alright, let's end the night on a high with probably my favourite, and yours- 'We Move Together As One'."

He started the track and an upbeat techno song began to play, the crowd instantly cheering. Before they could fully enjoy it, however, the crowd felt tremors in the ground, which led to a cause for concern. Lúcio turned around and saw the wall behind him was being attacked. After a good few hits, the wall broke down and dust flew everywhere. When it cleared, two men were stood among the rubble- one was large, noticeably obese, holding a chain in one hand and a shotgun in the other. He had a gas mask on his face. The other was smaller and skinny, with wild hair and a crazed expression on his face, holding what looked like an experimental grenade launcher. His skin looked to be burnt and he was carrying a massive tire on his back.

"Are we too late for the party?" the smaller one joked, cackling.

"Everybody run!" Lúcio shouted.

The crowd began to scream as they all made their way for the exits. While the smaller one laughed maniacally, Lúcio grabbed his deck and tried to follow the crowd, but he found his arm being trapped in the larger man's chain. He pulled Lúcio towards him, lifting up easily as he looked right at the man's covered eyes. He couldn't see through them at all- only black.

"Well, well, well," he heard the smaller man speak to him, his accent clearly Australian. "You must be the famous Lúcio! I would say it's an honour to meet you, but you should feel more honoured to meet us."

"Who are you?" Lúcio shouted at him. He was angry that they had attacked the concert, but mostly out of concern for the people's safety.

"I'm Junkrat, the big guy's Roadhog."

"Why are you here? Why did you try attack these people?"

"It's not the people we want, mate." Junkrat grabbed Lúcio's chin, making him look right at him. "It's you we're after. Ya see, we know all about you did back in Rio, how you STOLE tech to lead the uprising."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Lúcio's tone was harsh and cold. He wasn't pleased with their antics.

"Don't you get it? It's the tech we want."

"Over my dead body!"

"Suit yourself! Roadhog, handle him!"

The large man simply nodded, aiming his shotgun right at Lúcio's head. The musician just closed his eyes, ready for the worse…

When he heard the gunfire, yet didn't feel any pain, he opened his eyes. He looked over Roadhog's shoulder, seeing three people- one who looked like an angel who was waving a staff around, one who looked like a giant monkey with a massive taser, and one who looked like a young woman with a pair of pistols, starting to fire at the two men. They started to fire back, throwing Lúcio off to the side. He landed with a thud, rolling to the backstage area. All he could do was watch on as they fought.

The large gorilla went right after Roadhog, charging him into the seats with tremendous force, but he was eventually overpowered and the large man pinned him to the ground. While that happened, he saw Junkrat leaping about, firing grenades all over. The woman dressed as an angel headed to check on the crowd, while the other woman was somehow teleporting from one spot to another, firing off shots wherever she could. He could see Junkrat was clearly angered by this, so he took the massive tire off of his back and threw it into the air. It exploded, the force of the explosion knocking the girl into a wall. He walked over to her, and when she tried to teleport, it failed.

"Looks like I've gotcha now, Tracer!" Junkrat exclaimed, evil and maniacal.

Lúcio saw him aim his launcher at the girl and knew he was going to kill her. Looking around, Lúcio looked for anything that could help him help the fighters. On the table behind him was his own weapon; his sonic amplifier- the one he made from the technology of the company that took over his town, and the same weapon that helped him push them out. Hurriedly, he grabbed it and aimed at Junkrat, firing before he could kill the girl. The impact threw Junkrat away from the girl, his body ricocheting back off a wall and onto the stage. Getting up, he rubbed his back and looked at Lúcio. Groaning, he whistled.

"Roadhog! Let's go! We'll get them, just not today!"

The large man jumped off of Winston and ran away with Junkrat. Lúcio started to follow, but ran over to the girl instead. Up close, he could see that she was wearing a bomber jacket, yellow leggings and an orange visor. There was a union jack on the sleeve of the jacket, so she must have been British. She had short hair, which was in bangs which had fallen over her face. She groaned a little, before looking at him.

"Hey," he asked, "are you alright?"

"No worries, love," she replied in her cockney accent, gingerly getting to her feet, "I'm alright. The doc'll heal me up."

"Tracer! Winston!" they heard the angel woman, who had re-entered the building. "We have to go, the police will be here soon."

"Gotcha, Mercy!"

The angel ran out the hole in the wall, the gorilla following suit.

"Well," the woman, apparently called Tracer, started to walk away, "thanks for the help, mate. See ya!"

"Wait!" Lúcio shouted, catching her attention. "Tracer, right? You're one of those heroes, the ones that ended the Omnic War. You're with Overwatch." She nodded. "I thought you had disbanded."

"Well, you've clearly seen what's happened. The police may consider what we do illegal, but the people need someone who'll stand up for them. The world could always use more heroes."

She teleported away before he could ask further. He stared out the wall where she left, dazed.

'Tracer,' he thought to himself, her face implanted in his mind, 'she's right. The world does need more heroes.' He clenched a fist, determined. 'And the world will get another hero.'

His manager came in, rushing towards him.

"Thank God you're alright, sir," she frantically panted, "we thought they might have hurt you, those criminals." Lúcio walked past her, headed towards his dressing room. "Erm, sir? Where are you going?"

"I need to go pack," he replied, not turning to face her, "I have somewhere I need to go." He grabbed his phone and used it to search the internet. "C'mon, where is it?" Eventually he found the place he was looking for. "I need you to arrange a private flight for me." He opened the door to his dressing room.

"Where to, sir?"

He stood in the doorway, looked at her, then smirked.

"Gibraltar."